This took less than 27 minutes to write

I'm easily disturbed by things. Like the fact that a guy in the neighborhood was digging a hole in his front yard in the dark. He was momentarily illuminated by my headlights and continued to dig industriously as I drove by.

I am disturbed by the fact that humanity, collectively, has a very small bladder. This is proven any time you have an event that is longer than 27 minutes.

I am disturbed by people who want me to wear bright red lipstick. My coloring is not fake: I'm a pale red-head-esque type who sometimes can't pull off make-up and/or red.

I'm disturbed by the fact I suck at dressing in the dark. I practice this constantly and still manage to not get it right. I completely misunderstood my attire today as a consequence of dark dressing.

But nothing is more disturbing that writing a check for $1 to eat a cookie at a string quartet concert. I need more quarters in my life.

An Erinku (in passing):
buzzer sounds
plate is set
I WANT
DINNER!